I’ve spent all day in Dallas trying to get my 87 year old Uncle to come stay with us so we can get him to the Doc.
He is bad sick. He has lost 100lbs since Christmas. From 200 to 100. He can’t hardly get around. To make things even worse, he dropped his cell phone in the commode this morning so we can’t call him.
He is a retired Electrical Engineer, an old bachelor, worked for the CIA for a while, and used to bring smoking hot ladies to Christmas, Thanksgivings and reunions.
My Bride started bawling and begged him to come with us. He didn’t budge.
We are going back tomorrow but if he don’t come with us, I give him a couple weeks max.
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.